“Maybe the fear is that
we are less than
we think we are,
actuality of it
is that we are much much more.”
~ Jon Kabat-Zinn, Arriving at Your Own Door: 108 Lessons in Mindfulness
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“Maybe the fear is that
My sixth nomination for the WordPress Family Award is to David Kanigan at http://davidkanigan.com/ whose blog is, “ Lead, Learn, Live. When when asked about his inspiration for blogging, said “if you are blogging for other people you are going to be disappointed…even if no one would read it, I would still blog…this is a great chance for me to clear my thoughts and put them into the world, what an opportunity.”
You will never be disappointed with his wonderful posts and suggested readings for others. He truely is one of the most egalitarian bloggers I know of. David is one of a kind that should not be missed.
My third nomination for the WordPress Family Award is to Lori at http://donnaanddiablo.wordpress.com/ whose blog, “ Donna and Diablo” shares her story as lady-in-waiting to two great dogs: Lola & Beau, also known as Donna & Diablo. As a hopeless dog lover, I look forward to her adventures. Lori’s place provides a wonderful respite to stop by and see what is the next greatest adventure with Lola and Beau, with a pinch of life thrown in.
Thanks Lori for your wonderful stories.
Be well, Bill
“Spirituality is not just about religion, or church attendance, or fidelity to one or other legal requirement. Spirituality is understood to be an innate wisdom of the human heart that enlivens a zest for life, a search for meaning and purpose, a love for all that is good and beautiful, a passion to create a better world, a sensitivity to the life-energy (God, if you wish) that permeates the entire cosmos.” ~ Diarmuid O’Murchu, Our World in Transition: Making Sense of a Changing World
The Starry Night (Dutch: De sterrennacht) is a painting by the Dutch post-impressionist artist Vincent van Gogh. The painting depicts the view outside of his sanitarium room window at Saint-Rémy-de-Provence (located in southern France) at night, although it was painted from memory during the day. It has been in the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art in New York City, part of the Lillie P. Bliss Bequest, since 1941. The painting is among Van Gogh’s most well known works that has inspired thousands of artists, some have even made the painting in their own style. Many years ago I was fortunate to view it in person. This was a moment I will never forget.
“There, don’t you hear it too?
Something is calling, although
The day is blank and gray.
The eye fastened on nothing,
The ear undistracted
And we with nothing to say.
But still that sense of calling,
Of something seeking attention
Beyond our consciousness.
That voice in voiceless things
When they cease to be themselves,
Losing their choice and purpose.
Joining the indiscriminate
Otherness which surrounds us
At our own times of withdrawal.
It is then that the world calls us
As if to reinterpret
Or to reconfigure.
Whose is this voice? A god’s?
Surely not. It seems
To be the voice of duty
That speaks of origins
And of relationships
Between things grown apart.
And I remember the muezzin
Singing every morning
Raptly, as if for himself.
Singing in the dark hour
At a distance, over all,
And yet outside our door.
His practised lilt spoke more
Of the puzzles of night than of
The determinations of morning.
As though the light had still
To be charmed into being
And each day a reward.
The voice is much like his,
A commanding meditation
Rising from the blankness.
Of a sleeping senselessness,
But stirring us to beauty.
And like his, the voice
Links us for a while
In its reiterations
Then ends abruptly, as if
Distracted by something else
Of no great importance.”
~ John Fuller
“When the mind is clear
and the surface of the now still,
now swaying water
the rolling kayak,
I find myself near darkness
paddling again to Yellow Island.
Every spring wildflowers
cover the grey rocks.
Every year the sea breeze
ruffles the cold and lovely pearls
hidden in the center of the flowers
as if remembering them
by touch alone.
A calm and lonely, trembling beauty
that frightened me in youth.
Now their loneliness
feels familiar, one small thing
I’ve learned these years,
how to be alone,
and at the edge of aloneness
how to be found by the world.
Innocence is what we allow
to be gifted back to us
once we’ve given ourselves away.
There is one world only,
the one to which we gave ourselves
utterly, and to which one day
we are blessed to return.”
~ David Whyte
“Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?”
~ Mary Oliver
“If your eyes are not deceived by the mirage
do not be proud of the sharpness of your understanding.
It may be your freedom from this optical illusion
is due to the imperfectness of your thirst.”